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Jan 31
The screaming presence of silence.
The sharp chill of the world around you.
The grey haze that covers your eyes,
and the heavy ache that leadens your heart.
The ghost of a body not present.
The lack made all the more apparent for the wanting.
The building pressure of all the love inside you,
with no one on whom to bestow its warmth.
The sharp ache, as that love turns to stagnant poison
building up and lurking inside of you.
Written by
Lorrin  21/F
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